May 9, 2010
I once knew a boy named Forester. He had dark hair and even darker eyes. I still have dreams about those eyes and those moments of thinking about everything and nothing at all. We would climb into the woods and pretend we were rangers or lost royal members of the castle nearby. Mapped out plans of the future, old photographs stained with tears and years of baggage that not even time can erase. Swimming in the pond naked.....not embarrassed or scared. We were innocent, free and undignified. I always wondered if our folks worried about us. Spending countless hours in the trees. Feeling like we were floating. Floating above the world. He was one with the crunched leaves and the open sky. He was a forester. And I miss him so.
Posted by Danica Pardini at 4:33 PM